Chapter 803 Whose Piano Is It (Part 1)

The most surprising thing is that after identification by the scribes, the outstanding accessories, two strings and a set of string posts, all look like they were made from the body parts of the Black Dragon. .If this identification is true, it also means that maybe the same guqin still exists, and together they can make a complete set of guqins refined by the Black Warrior Dragon.

The middle-aged scribe looked at the tall young man eagerly, hoping that he would take out another piano. This guy is a music fanatic. In less than half a day, he actually saw three identical guqins, and it is very possible that he can make a set of more advanced guqins. He has long forgotten his current situation and is extremely itchy. , just waiting for the tall young man to come up with something.

The tall young man already had some idea in his mind, but the discovery on the three guqins also aroused the expectation in his heart. Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged scribe, he couldn't help but shouted in a low voice: "No more, I only have I brought these three harps with me.”

After saying that, I felt that I shouldn't be so polite to a prisoner, and my face instantly returned to its normal coldness. After closing his eyes and thinking for a moment, he suddenly put away the three guqins quickly, and then nodded to the short man behind him.

The short man took action without hesitation and slashed the middle-aged scribe's head with a sword. Until the flying sword hit his body, he still didn't believe that two people who were as happy and kind as him just now could be so ruthless.

It's a pity that the tall and short people didn't give him a chance to live from the beginning. Now that they know that there is a problem with a certain part of the guqin, as long as they are holding the guqin, they can find the abnormal part without the need of a middle-aged scribe. Now that middle-aged scribes are no longer useful, what are they left for? Are you waiting for him to reveal the secret?

Phew, a burst of flames rose from the middle-aged scribe's body and engulfed the middle-aged scribe's body entirely. And the magic weapon Qiankun Bag on the scribe's body has naturally been in the hands of the short young man. The things that can be used are slightly repurposed and used, and the things that cannot be used are destroyed at a suitable time and place, and everything will be perfect, and there will be no trace of the middle-aged scribe.

Yang Chen was almost a hundred miles away, tracking the middle-aged scribe's location from a distance. Suddenly, the mark of consciousness he left behind vibrated and automatically returned to Yang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness. Yang Chen suddenly realized that something had happened to the middle-aged scribe.

Yang Chen didn't want to lose Guqin's clue. This was a great thing that not only consumed his spiritual consciousness, but also got a powerful bodyguard. Yang Chen didn't allow anyone to destroy it. Without saying a word, he summoned the shuttle and immediately flew towards the location where the divine consciousness mark was just now.

For Yang Chen, the distance of a hundred miles is only a moment, and it comes in the blink of an eye. The protective circle arranged by the middle-aged scribe was still there. Yang Chen put away the shuttle and began to observe it carefully. After a while, Yang Chen knew what kind of magic circle it was, found a location, and walked in slowly.

After taking a few steps, a sword light struck him on the head. Before the two young men, tall and short, could completely burn the body of the middle-aged scribe, Yang Chen had already arrived. The speed was too fast and beyond the two's expectations. All they could do now was kill everyone they accidentally encountered to cover up their secrets.

When they saw that it was a junior who was a third-level human immortal, they didn't take it seriously at all. Even the middle-aged scribe of the earthly immortal level was no match for them, let alone a junior. The tall man didn't even have any intention of taking action. Everything was left to the short man to handle. He just had to wait to see the result.

Brush, the shining sword light flashed away, and suddenly stopped when it was about to approach Yang Chen. The sharp sword blade was directly grasped in Yang Chen's left hand, and it stopped abruptly in the air, unable to move any further.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Chen's right hand suddenly swung up. In Yang Chen's hand, the Immortal Killing Sword flickered with a sword light that was even brighter than the sword light just now. Along the direction of the sword light, he slashed across the sword fiercely. Cut through.

The blade of the Immortal Killing Sword instantly became extremely long, and any object blocking the blade of the Immortal Killing Sword was cut into two pieces with one stroke.

The tall man was more vigilant. As soon as he discovered that his companion's flying sword did not perform well, he immediately realized that something was wrong. Seeing the flash of the sword, he squatted down and let the sword pass without thinking. The blade of the Immortal Killing Sword passed by not far above his head and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The short man was not as alert as the tall man and had no intention of dodging. A young junior took a casual sword strike from him and actually dared to fight back. Did he really think of himself as a person? Such a guy who doesn't know the heights of the world just teaches him an unforgettable lesson. Of course, whether lessons can be learned in the future is another matter.

The sword light of the Immortal Killing Sword only flashed for a moment and never appeared again. The short man snorted coldly and turned to glance at his embarrassed-looking companion, feeling rather disapproving. My companion is really making a fuss out of a molehill. Is such an anticlimactic attack going to make such an evasive action regardless of identity?

Immediately afterwards, the short man saw the frightened look in his tall companion's eyes, and was stunned for a moment. Could there be another attack? But the kid who entered the formation was clearly still a hundred feet away and had no other movements. How could this happen?

The confused short man suddenly felt itchy on the top of his head, as if something was flowing down his scalp. He had not felt this sweaty feeling for at least hundreds of years. But, how could he be sweating at this time of year?

I wiped it casually and felt a sticky feeling on my hands. It wasn't sweat, but along with the sticky feeling on my fingers, there was also a faint smell of blood. This smell was familiar to the short man. He had just killed the middle-aged scribe with one sword, and the blood on the ground had not been completely cleaned up.

But the short man immediately realized something and understood why his companion had such a frightened expression. The viscous liquid you touched with your fingers was blood, your own blood!

How can it be? He clearly didn't notice that he was being attacked, so how could there be blood flowing out? As soon as this thought appeared, there was a sharp pain on the top of his head. The short man just groaned and fell into boundless darkness.

In the tall man's eyes, after the short companion received the knife, a faint blood line appeared above his eyebrows. More and more blood flowed gurglingly from his companion's head. And the most horrifying thing was that in this situation, his companion turned to look at him and reached out to wipe the blood on his head. (To be continued.)